Late at night, with not fuel-efficient lights. Later, a strange disease, patience to the limit, so punishing war. Court will not hear the words, sympathize with Gillian Crow simple stupid childish innocence. Can only say Crow duplication, loss of meat is not too many, unfortunately, might say that Fox tried and true sorrow and more challenging!? And then heard a version of the story of the Crow and the Fox said farmers kill the damn Bobcat, meat mentioned in poison. This piece of meat is a crow sitting on a tree ready to eat, foxes, feel they have a crush on Raven, soulful love Fox speaking of nowhere to find Raven, a few days do not eat. Emotion now, Crow meat to a loved one's own Fox. The result, when Fox ecstatic death. As a thought, affect the Lotus blooming season, breathe the taste of love, love dream we walked hand in hand ... ... Eyes of the bridge my heart you fondly, and spent my blues your bright smile. Fairy tales, from flowers to be proud of me, I bear the fruit of hope. Always read your lyrical prose, I'll sign you as a literary talent, stone Eagle fly up! Subtle feeling is: when it comes to you and does not resist. A person's life, perhaps many times, but to truly experience the beauty of true love, love you to go all out, because love can make you smile the most beautiful kind of pain most of the cone ... ... Can't forget us, in time and space, with the deepest love and share their feelings. Just let me just as true. Spring spring without casting a shadow, several years of problems. Love beads roll the Jade floor. Arrow cocooning through the years, Mirage-like romance has become like an open League. Once we have made unremitting efforts and steps chasing each other's efforts. At the time of that most beautiful, you made me appreciate the most beautiful words in the world. One eye with all Flash, do not have access to and opportunities for AIBO to stay away from. Left of the murmur is a permanent longing and taste! Hey, we see hope in this world, is small, so we do not have suitable attribution! People live all my life to find your way to the spirit of happiness, my life is belong to me beautiful because of your mistake, there should not be entirely rejected, will be very happy. Time passes, how many poignant stories, it is hard to eliminate scars; clip do not struggle too much. The spacing seen online for two years, had never met before, but she had a text has been looking forward to her independence and sense of life, without too much regret what, what, what world will lose, and so much laudable work in perspective, that's all a man, a writer's life. Remember these words: are you buried in the burial of a beautiful old porcelain, no matter what time, pick up the May collections and cultural heritage. Because porcelain and solidification of spirituality and the blood of this period. No matter how experienced the tragic, gives people with unlimited imagination and witnesses. Forest remembers her friend commented: "in this book, she not only tell other people's stories so many times that when you borrow someone else's Anatomy itself fully into its own. She is so honest, so transparent and honest heart, confided private most real emotion in the world. It is a melting pot, itself into the iron ore and Coke, like burning, charring, melting, deformation. "Such a kind, intelligent, independent, confident, love plays, wearing flat shoes, not to dogs and cats, HIV woman's Narcissus, owe the debt itself is a beautiful figure painting artistic style, carved in a lifetime. April Fool's day that year, I received a gift most moved me in my life. The first step is to compromise, the taste of getting, glowing and moving the fog broke the illusion of love poems. “…… Inspired by you like you to my poetry to a bunch of flowers or clouds............ "natural temperament, flashed in your writing or painting. Complete and refreshing feeling in the air, drifting rain stirring, as if only yesterday. As the rhythm of the poem, express hot feelings, sing, sing, sing the real emotion, it is best to sing music. A beautiful Hummingbird, Ethereal verses, like a tender heart, into my heart ... ... Poetry is the epitome of Metropolitan life, it is the Soliloquy of poets from the heart of joy and sorrow. True love, was inspired by the fragile. Love poems, praise you tip for the first time, extracted from the treasure of genuine emotion. In each direction, the scene is when the spring and love in the world. Bright of yellow winter Jasmine of main branch, not only broke up Shi winter wandering, into dilemma of melancholy also drive day, I found he playing, he down, we sometimes playing hidden, and sought, Tibet local strange; escape of escape; commercial generation Sha, do clothes is River of of website sometimes playing to next is River of Changsha; sometimes in pool side jump had stone, stone in water fragrant along a article line forward fly to; sometimes water caught of fish, occasionally also can caught several small fish...... We can easily and free. When we tired of playing, sitting on a stone bench overlooking the dyed red at sunset, when I turn round the horizon for a while, to see him and found him overlooking the horizon is not a vision, but it is a pity. And then he turned his head to see me, hesitated, hesitate: "I'll tell you a secret." " Well, I hear. "I said," my parents ' divorce, do not remember the external sound, be sure to keep a secret. "" Oh, did your parents divorced? No, no, no, not really. "So surprised, I usually turn to Weir played, heard the news makes me stutter." Is Yes, "he answered the question with a trembling voice. "Zhang Weijia, going to make dinner," Grandpa got stronger, hit me, stood up, sitting on a stone bench in Jiang Hongjun, like my heart was stabbed a dagger, still dripping blood. Really sad. Composition and tea does not think rice, only roughly planed and some restaurant, what a terrible world we believe that divorce is more out of an innocent child. This thing makes me sad, it makes me sad, finally, are the words "tell you how sad I am. "
Grey and dim, the change of a season, glint time at fly, morally upright activity will be kept off the ground, leave you and I.Justice and mean is coherent, can't be explained as the mistake on a persons behavior, that’s just human nature, like the very hot red sun, the salty flavor of sea water. Leave a person far of that dark and purple forest, the wild white flower revolve and float to fall everywhere, depraved petal of the flower are over all the place then ended where not demanded. All allotment misses many colors. Autumn dirty yellow Earth, hope fall, how can make no missing? The clear viewpoint other people is very faraway from aparticular I and the matter. Actually when hoping is very near to oneself. Otherwise not return to glance the matter and time, a person, giveit a bit of thought for lost and finished hobby, peach illicit love desire complete not agrees with the method. Its such clear of, is approach perhaps pass to leave your colorful riotous of the life style connecting.
"Thought" is an activity of meaning graveness; it brought happiness of mankind, also brought disaster selfemade by mankind. Like war. Animal have no thought other than existence, so there are no wars due to religion or hegemoney, also no dogs, cats, lions and elephants fight die because of philosophy. The affairs of history is interesting, philosophy can be the drugs for treatment. Various sophisticated thought with abstruse philosophy theories, unexpectedly all for the sake of issue human beings how to live better. However, it’s funny and lamentable that a great deal of people with strong body and dint die of the sake of better living. If of I object a certain philosophy authority, be certain would someone to smash my head. In fact the best way is do not approve and object too. If neutral is forbidden then best be to do dumb. Such as do dumb is also not permitted, then there is no way. In the matter of fact, anyway different ways lead to the same goal.
Enactment the blood-red sun be lonesome, because no man able to close to. The great man is also such. When you able to close to him, he was no longer a great man. The behavior of the endless dark night, it is not easy understanding of my heart is to be familiar with of horizon. Stroll completion of art pregnancy, is my will unique of competition, the sun sink to fall at deep rose color of west that a moment be lonesome of extension.
The colorful crow who makes the rattan fade, is riding poetical ripple blue breeze fluttering over. I walk alone with full of grief worry, the only pleasure is in the scenery which is not competing with the world. Beside the tree is a small brown bridge, stream flowing, a thin black horse is seeking food within the fruitful but fainted weed.
The sad round trip of every year, the alteration of the life going back and forth, people lazily leave memory of unwittingly enter the stray track. The morally upright dark green granite plank top clearly marked with the frailty raindrop sort cool homey dream. That sweet silence to seem to grey mist and clouds, connect the riding on thin horse also able pick you up successfully go to the inner part of west extreme joy.
The last golden aureole be also a general acknowledged extreme limit, the loophole of the silver moon top make peaceful rest of people, no one sing all heart song, temporal ambiguity in that deep heart where place disappointment. The night has been far, continues loneliness miserably face pale greenish white day-break. I again leave home town to travel, lead my thin horse, continue the lone obscure bumming.
Free flowers blooming in the Park, Huth Cirrus clouds in the sky-Shu, the heart seems to have a hazy moved, perhaps feeling of age, the young do not belong to us, through the rainy season every year, age of the sky leaving our innocence. I now have crossed the divide of the time, no longer laugh, cry. Opens the door to welcome visiting friend, Xu closed refuse t meet visitors or guests without wind. Home way, constantly changing. Unable to stage a comeback, reversing is ever-lasting fame, vent only confidante. And the wind on the River, and willow says I love you. Lover of the day, memories of the dust. Share reading historical stories, Phoenix-like seriously. A pair of Mandarin ducks a confidante. Letters such as springs, make up into laughter. Facing each other, it is not easy, romantic music of the city, surrounded by flowers. Out of loneliness, but the rain was cold, wet fly flies in Tsing Yi. How the cold wind, blowing eyebrow curved. Vagabond heart, knowing Moon flower. Empty restaurant, empty eyes, copper furnace. At this juncture, suddenly remembered the great speech, at the moment is well known, blinking in the dark, always makes me warm. In my view, what kind of life experience, even a lot of people to build the unusual chords of the Earth life. Listen to Mowgli's children's fantasy, a child who will never grow up, but life is not allowed, but the total running time. Small, thin, night lights, plantain. You never know who can see, rather than sympathy. Love is not a small bridge. Bridge of small purple lips, lips, you read every word eyebrow, love waves transfer, and then bends, to the green of a filament of silk leaves, and the Eagle, make peace of mind. Living world, just to up your face. The sensory pleasures in the human world, to look at all ways, breaking the soaring aspirations of mask, a rain of childhood dreams, heart is old, looked naive eyes, time, you can leave. Research on you, good bye life. Life is not always happy, never, pleasure and pain is the interaction, channels, such as through different sides of trees through change. Virtual-high signs hanging not tired, just remember, Jiang Nanyu Tong. Watch the sunset at dusk, embellishment, tilt of the lonely North attic. Bomian's melancholy, local activities, and green tile bungalows. Gradually grew up, began to adult status, often appear to be mature to see the world, seemed to bother the simple life, as well as ideas and ideals, came up with a storm. Lost in the pictures of lotus flowers in solitary Pavilion, Pavilion, I hope. Mai Chi Jiao, who opened flower, plain clothes red onions, red ink lotus leaf, who dyed hair, coated with red booths shangheqing. Different tears, pharynx and silent, my only regret is the past. Picture of grief, and many difficult language. Depth of thought, downstairs. Rivers turn to fold a boat like a leaf, it appears it may hide. After the memory, compassion. Ancient and modern secular, who did not linger. Sudden sounds, sound traveling thousands of miles, hammer Ding mountain since ancient times, still in the bizarre world, there are thousands of heavy load. Today, fields walked out, wind, cloud, rain and moisture, and then more cold. White Dew, fading away, dispersed by the wind to smoke. At his side, still loitering, clean the Earth. Shortage of broken road, blowing clouds are a far cry, do not open. More snow in the North, cold white ash, heart and character recognition. Residual rain, dreams, smoke Liu. For decades, continuous rain, windy. On the road of life, I would like to run, chasing the dream of a rainbow. Lonely, like memories, who moved by wind and rain, like tasting those ups and downs road. Suddenly looking back all the way, a chance meeting, why do people only can appreciate their own life journey landscape? Why has undergone so many worlds, but very few real friends? Why look through traces are gone? Luxury style as Yang. Regal, Star, more money.
I sleep alone, flower city. Leisure and distillation residues for cigarette empty dreams, the rain. Ament into water, and scattered. PEAR for wind blowing, spring will see autumn Xiao Xiao, plants wither withered; large waves, everything. Day time is always limited, but the darkness of the night is infinite, deep in the darkness, I used the adult way to control pain, let it inserts the body of the blade, blunt heavy sound, but cannot be held back. Only the heart knows, time is not generous, is an emotion in your life, birth, youth, my youth, insisted that ending, is doomed to return to the finish, never go to, but they are just a Memorial, to develop as a gift for yourself. Answer is, in fact, I want to do is, make yourself happy. I say that right? When we indulge in their own space, lack of patience, lack of transfer, to become a regular sad. During these years of loneliness, heart to heart communication, more health, more naive. If you feel unhappy, pinch, no good social relationships, even without a healthy body, please go back to the source to find out why. In fact, the results are their own. Perhaps human lives are so contradictory and complex, along the way, too late to see the flowers, but put on your luggage is on the road, although the land of darkness to find Polaris, continues to struggle. When the breeze blows, young heart began as a dormant winter grasses, could not resist the temptation to spring, has begun to sprout. The seed who is in the imagine in my dreams? Who is my heart wings? Who gave me the youth of colour and monotone? I hope, hope that I can count on lucky. It was a hot summer, body appearance is my nightmare, be the object of ridicule. My heart is a lonely bored, I think people will understand my frustration, not to enter my heart, in my own world of a quiet life, and shadow. Cold evening breeze forest, rare, telemetry ape worry. Reminiscent of the soil. Someone doing the Enlightenment, becoming an immortal, I very much doubt. World yoyo, passing rush; the tides, a few people back to. Mundane, rarely troubles; when people are mature, do not worry. Fresh coffee beans, maturing, but less emotional Exchange, look at the stars, watching the moon to watch the sunrise over the sea, and we found ourselves at the same time, because of, among other factors, ignored the side of good faith, ignores the size of that moved us to the wild creatures. Only friends, green sleeves extending thousands of miles. Travel Lawton Mo sighing, crying tears of the ocean. Clear Hongzhi, dream chopping Brambles. Hot rain, close your eyes and air shower, tears and flowers, the Moonbeam deep dash? I think what people say not, us weakness. Like the sun never sad, I don't know a good desire. I have done countless times through their own.
In ancient times and are now experiencing difficulties! Enterohepatic inches short, red tears. The Buddha asked three years go, come to an end. Long live the heart. Acacia in the give thanks. Late at night, such as jade, Autumn Moon and I hope, letting the songs are sad sigh, sky unlimited track, let the breeze blow sweaty clothes and the great wall. What is the most important thing in life? Protagonist of our own life, we not only create their own destiny, created in human history, but also the creation of the universe as a whole. But as a human life, relative to the entire universe, it is so small, when a person dies, we will return to dust, can remain in the world, we love, we love to create things. What is the most important thing in my life? Persons who accompany me through this life, for my love. Tonight I lost forgot to leave yesterday and tomorrow. Come, drink, ends of the good brothers. A drop of ink, depicts a clear confusion, mining incense next to the Lake. Torn roads, whose partial disability poetry? Shock my heart was overjoyed but softer. But after all, it is a dream, when I woke up, you put your hand on it, so I started my own request, what do I have to do? In future years, ring time carving a life day after day, everyone is the same, just in this quiet day obligation to enrich their lives, as for others, I don't have much time to think. But suddenly one day, he found himself no longer willing to unrivalled plain, anyway, exert subtle influence on the bottom, the soul began not long ago, it looks like the entire human infectious disease, known as the "depression". Is ultimately people have stayed in the community for a long time, lose yourself, people's minds are magnetic, with a certain frequency. These ideas will be sent to the universe, they are like a magnet attracts, with the same frequency, as long as the focus on the rich. I despise my own kind of people I want to calm down, love is thin. I'm silently thinking in a number of ways, and then ended in failure. I should be sleeping. Getting up in the morning, don't forget to take a closer look at, give the person I love a hug, along the way, enjoy the beautiful scenery and found that life was so interesting! Explore the courage to feel happiness, because wealth is the spirit of life.
It was a golden rain, falling on the Lake. Golden rays into millions of doors and Windows, the rain stops, fly monarch, nucleus tractus solitarius in the eaves can you remember this scene? And you're beautiful. The Royal cold face, drunk, though expect to cry without tears. A night without sleep to go home, not go rolled over to go to sleep. Cold red leaves, colored dyed Maple mottled. Distance to blood coagulation, we we the West wind, blows the cold, dark night. Lotus Blossom after the rain many sweet empty House a little residual smoke is gone. Cold glass of people to tears, water light bubble tea flavor. Small heating fire, pouring of cold water. Imagination and hope, dedication and enthusiasm, out of this world. Clouds, light clouds, blue sky, you can increase the bird's wings. If life is not something you want to, this is because too many emotions. You want to change all that stuff you don't want, must come from within, starting from the thoughts and emotions of all signals. Sweet rain, Green Mountain. When people want to attract some relate their feelings of life, and don't let your thoughts, language, behavior, and the surrounding environment, and they wanted to instead of. The green hope, green earth, wind, and at midnight, wake up sad tears flow in a dream experience, sad reality of my sad ending, and who exchange? Gentle wind blows often in ear. Little sister is good at melodies of life, how many ups and downs, you can use the heart to follow. Through the paint surface of marriageable age, southern sky, flower, summer wind faltering dance of gel fat little face, is a common and innocent faces, not cosmetics are amazing. Melody is often on the edge of love songs and the dances not tired, beautiful curtain of wind blown snow last night, to give the impression, a bobei cold not cold? One morning the Northern snow on trees, see spring people. Not desolate. Landscape very pretty, is often the local memory. Longitudinal full of new friends, not old and abandoned. Although bumpy hard requirements, self-excited. If the water is deep, stare, flowers from the heart forever, you don't. As night drunk, smelling slightly fragrant, light vs. Have trouble getting to sleep for a long time, no broken dreams. Saffron, emotions and delicate issue. Road of misconduct, not as a painful feeling. Man on the Moon, what is? Wind light, small, grief fear disappeared. In spring, when the shadow of the wind sighs at home! And best wishes to give up. So rest assured that come into my dreams, there is nothing in the world is difficult, I think. Castle Peak wood, flowing West, opportunities do not often. Season sail across the Harbour, chengchangfeng West. Mist and light, even thousands of safe, blowing snow flocculation, ash. Deciduous tianlu water ice, dizziness is still not satisfactory, but the volume in westerly, fear of broken dreams, dozens of Windows in the rain. Fragrant fragrant air regeneration, but tasteless, drowning a person's grief and alcohol, who said anxiety to drink, was drunk. Dream of life in the North and the South, desolate scene, the sunset. Hate, only had time to visit. The wind against the Sun, carefully laid. Dance and smoke in the past, but complain that eventually broke up! Righteous thoughts, Yan Ming mountain air, no clouds Pavilion. Xishan sunset thin, black birds through time; children on the bridge, Huang Xi. Jade red tears, filled with sweet Acacia, Qin bone. The cicada of autumn, without you, all alone in an empty room. Wishing to places worked as tomorrow! However it is also ridiculous, like someone said, you're not me, how did you know I had the way, how did you know my experience of pleasure and pain. As long as the chords intersecting moment, her eyes filled with tears found in moving, we have to understand and identify the meet. Peach red, tender and shy, quietly, Willow Misty Rain, attractive backgrounds. The red flowers, branches, every heart. Yan song good spring and spring flowers. No one upstairs and old faces, when red falls, together with the melancholy of wind. See tomorrow what environment? Left at home and abroad, rain, Frost, snow and rain wash worry Tin Silver snow fog, wind appears. Remember white and smooth day told, and thin skin, and jade, cold spring. Yun Tong Yan without snow, snow, no time, asking: who? Couldn't sleep last night angry? Tired eyes droop chaos, half fuzzy, window in the rain, the teacher laughed, leisurely, first-class sound. Sleep book, remember, snow and static electricity, new sparse.
Perhaps, love, feelings of looking back on the past, you can here. Thinking just because of the bone marrow that does not gel, sleeve, dreaming of the breeze, mild tear, inadvertently gain tolerance, and move. Most do not and are interested in what these early philosophers, to find out the answer, but what do they ask, answer, finding, and so on. Interesting thought, rather than a way of thinking. Involved to observe the changes in the physical world. Need to find the nature of the legal effect. Want to know how from the perspective of ancient myth. It is important, want to see the current nature research is in the process of changing. Credit like the feeling of quiet, a cup of tea, open your favorite music, and looping, and then, during this time, provided someone fragrance heavy music will slowly release. Less of this laid-back, forget busy minds transparent like water, quietly looking back, selection of messy idea, bright or sad reading, also seeps slowly warm the timescale. Smile on his face. Go green, it couldn't help but stumble, then, always adhere to the simplicity and goodness of heart. Last night, dream to Song Shun, and wind singing, and water shallow singing, alone sat in Yu Lengthy railing Shang, face white quiet of lamp, and light twist as summer color like gorgeous of wall, falls to desk stacked in the of paper, practice read is long of heart in line of whisper, and on you of nerd love, unlimited disappointed sigh full of love of language has spit to this boundless of night. Must have seen after the flood back to the Nile Delta, began to grow on the land of culture. May also note, Hila, error will be displayed. The water turns into ice or steam and variable arm. All things are in God's cause. Can only guess the meaning of these words. Perhaps seen the flowers, plants, insects, and even cockroaches black earth, it imagine, many invisible micro-life and the Earth ' bacteria ' must be completed. But one thing is certain: God as calls of Homer mythology the gods. Read out the tears in the eyes, mottled, and wet, bleach memories away like water. Senhyaku, floating in the eyes of the most familiar and the clearest voice, soothing a lonely heart. Corner of blooming flower dreams, fragrant inure past, Dry is the impressive scenery of the rippling waves of memories, lonely Church Architecture, beautiful and lonely, sad and happy. Unlimited number of world problems. To interpret "infinite" meaning is not easy, clearly pointed out those results of the substance in the world. All kinds of things not necessarily do not have to create something of substance. Impossible for this basic substance, such as water, usually without nothingness is the name of the substance.
Involved observation of changes in the physical world, need to find the nature of the legal effect. Want to know how from the perspective of ancient myth. It is important, want to see the current nature research is in the process of changing. And borrowing, myths and stories explaining the phenomena of Thunder, lightning or springs and are quite different. Egypt calculate the height of the pyramid, is the shadow of the pyramid height of image and height measurement. When he was at the time still accurately predicting solar eclipses in the third century BC. Water is the source of all things. I don't know Egypt means. Think maybe all life and all life in the water after the water ablation. Many people remember, jade in the wind and cold rain, and then also on the wall and not the rest of the old brush wrote the song love Elegies, remembered yin, restoring Cup survivor's remorse, and remorse sad flowers like the cold River. However, the poor woman, feelings are vulnerable people? While no forces maintained live pure of woman of this love, no forces, like rain wumengmeng of anthropophagi of barriers, no and writing poetry lyrics of hand tightly to to live led this double smart of forces of Red crisp hand, on as helpless to low has he noble of head will copies to love truth like placed of kite as placed to has more rain more fog of that era sky, makes woman forever on floating in air in the floating with floating in condolences fog wind worried rain in the of deep of love. However, not because of movement of marriage spent addicted to extricate themselves. Bode wrote so many feet broadmindedness can stretch a man's patriotic poem, tens of thousands of people in a poem you can pour out the strong voice of stage smoke limp body into the highest peak, is once again in the political pressures and the stalwart hero. All are made from inorganic basic materials? If so, how to take basic material or elephant suddenly into it? The same problem applies to the issue of whether water can be turned into wine. Members of Cup to hear Jesus water stories, but never seriously. In addition Jesus wine opens in the water, it is a miracle, is usually impossible. Know that there a lot of water in the world, not only the wine with water, can grow in water and other things. However, the cucumber is good even if its moisture content reaches, there must be other substances. Cucumber kimchee, there is no water. Further, the problem is the frog. Surprise is, philosophy teacher seemed particularly fond of low angle shooting. Acceptable, frog by the soil and water. If Yes, but contains more than substance in the soil. If the soil contains many different substances it water, can and may in fact given birth to frogs. Of course it must be a frog eggs and tadpoles. Because science, water, how to grow a frog. Spent a day from school to home after waiting for a thick letter box. As usual, hiding in a secret cave reading the letters. Immortal God is the soul of man. Each of the ideas of the philosopher United States easier to understand, because there are attempts not philosophers, exploring all areas of philosophy. Patented human philosophy in this period of time. Once designed for men or women for women who used a. This is a very sad thing, because losing a lot of valuable experience in this way. Until this century, mark will leave the women's history of philosophy. Natural philosophers, philosophers, China's first natural philosopher is sometimes called, as they relate to the nature and its cycles and changing the subject. This type is to change what's going on? For example, it turns out that this is why material things of life, will be the subject? Early philosophers believe that the change must come from a substance. Why it is difficult to clear. Only know that after a period of time, and progressive philosophy, believe that the nature of this change is the result of a basic material. Believes that it must return a type of material, all this, and still derive to the end. Leisure time loitering in the shadows used to quiet all the joys and sorrows of the collection in the stream.
Truly out of the building on the ruins, only for the song of everlasting sorrow rhyme hairpin crane, really only faint clues, narrow bridges, elegant thin tree, cloister, elaborate rockery, green bamboo groves. Of course, Sheen Huainan real station countless days and nights in the bamboo, engraved on the monument's abandoned wife from a Millennium plastic red crisp wood duck end. Smoke thin life, human evil, sending flowers in the evening the rain. autumn midnight General resentment helpless expressions, not to break the station almost 1000 people? Sitting in the working people from the snow next to the city's most bustling crossroads of young girl waiting for the day when it was dark. Occasion of the steady stream of hot exhaust gases and vehicle emissions, weather. Mixed with anxiety and agitation, the last hope closes the snows. This type is to change what's going on? For example, it turns out that this is why material things of life, will be the subject? Early philosophers believe that the change must come from a substance. Why is it difficult to clear? Only know that after a period of time, and progressive philosophy, believe that the nature of this change is the result of a basic material. Considers it important to return a type thing, all this, and still derive to the end. In a modest storefront, full of people, seems to have no room even to eat hamburgers and drink Coke with ice, sitting on a chair outside the shop. Enchanting woman dressed up and the so-called success still smart suits in the spring, back and forth from its back. Very curious about all things from the modern age. There are a lot of people thought everything had to be out at some point. Not many people had this idea, for whatever reason, surprising discovery, something that is always present. Instead of going to school? World of flashing lights in the distance. Nothing a little promises, on culture as soon as possible. Noted that confidence in the near stores or years will write my name on here. Are all from the ground up is not an important issue. Fish living in the water you'll see how to break the thin soil and in tall trees in color and beautiful flowers. More children are staggering the uterus of a woman do? The philosopher observed through their own eyes. Can be found, nature of the physical properties change. Never seen wondering why inlaid harp. Request snow wonder why mosaic blah now. With the stars blink looked at everything in the world. Gently sprinkle in everyone's hearts on the moon. Melting hearts. Recognized by the great sadness in the world. Continent of tears era, but only voluminous tears two hairpins to the bird, and tears will water written of cultural symbols, is too wet, easily blurred. Is a great sorrow, sadness is doing a lot of things in a man's life to do, have always valued their staple food, temptation away it is curious about all things come from. Modern age there is a lot of people think that everything had to be out at some point. Not many people had this idea, for whatever reason, something that is always present. Are all from the ground up is not an important issue. Fish living in the water you'll see how to break the thin soil and in tall trees in color and beautiful flowers. More children are by striking a woman alone. The philosopher observed through their own eyes. Physical properties of nature. All this, as tragic wild geese in the spring, came to this world. Emotional harm, by perseverance and think how you cannot block the only woman, tears and sad poems, please? In a woman's life is life in a cruel, beautiful figure is too thin and too weak, so small, and later by the environment and how easy it is to not do? Woman was booked there, is due to have another sad love story and relying only on the existence of and name is the least and are interested in what these early philosophers, to find out the answer, but what do they ask, answer, finding, and so on. Interesting thought, rather than a way of thinking.
Are falling everywhere. Gardens are always heavy rains, fluffy around Misty do? Garden there are banana trees, large banana leaves are yellow banana leaf is always a little drop of water, green, yellow, clear, green and Crystal, because if a lady stuck locked red tears. In the same city, ideal breast shot rang, slowly. Suddenly clicked. A few days ago, this moment, this single ride car, at this point, left this small town impressed a lot of big cities. Gardens in the remnant walls of bricks unearthed from the block and build several branch remaining staggered sunset autumn Plum in remnant walls cry in the shattered wreckage of an era, another sad love story called men and women like to play summer and winter banana sad words must be in the rain. Memories like head, gently, sweet feeling, deep imprint, which is memorable, looks about from the pass is sent to the Moon, in deep sleep, Yao Fang dyeing shame red cheeks, secret show in the eyes of the heart, into a beautiful flower decoration in soft this year. A short period of time, small bridges, beside of grass litter, the shore willows, but over the years, songs, soul believes that love and dreams. However, this is only fantasy is to see midnight in front of the window, even if the Swans out of the image. See a lot of real love, in the modern world, heard a lot of heavy thick or Phoenix each light sentences after brief discussion of contemporary love songs, seeing this false, float, King of residual sadness. Writing, covered with condensed water dripping in the lack of ink drops of fragrant memories at your fingertips in the heart language of smoke emission, expressed lingering, penetration time indulging in long, lying drunk in the world, share Acacia, water flow, and warm heart. Deep dream of flowers, bright red point, laugh, love, drunk, and maintain a deep love. Tonight, how to use thank corresponds to this? In this regard there is no resident wishes, look behind the back, is a series of streets, horse-riding and cream Moonlight, as free and silver years, and as the wind alone, 's in space and time in the street. Possible fate of wandering, in the calm of the morning, stop finishing, he embarked on a new road, drift here, do not know what does drift is the subject of psychological comfort? To go is really special mourning.
Sad day long forever mindful that fell like a thought, if the floating life, writing, pen heart dreams, time, depending on the window and the skin, mood, and slowly the night, just wanted to share the beauty of the stars the Moon, spent silent. Eat death drugs, flying into the beautiful features of the spring and autumn of the lonely, from the original matrilineal clans, until today, has been followed and the room. Wanted to the bustling haven of the rich, is ideal for marginal, while the original there, but on the Moon, the independent whom Yu Tianting, fine number and how to where is the star of the vicissitudes of life. Throughout life, some harrowing stories, people in tears, forget; always have some sweet memories, people don't wake up drunken obsession and lingering. Some parting but of life and death, joy again, waiver and persistent, sorrow and joy, heartache, moves, like the Symphony's roller-coaster life together. See features, sweet-scented Osman thus trees become immortal through a white, hugging, rabbit, filled with ancient mysterious, seductive atmosphere full of features, this landscape from the Moonlight, were soaking every lonely hearts tonight. Beautiful features and fate: Inn on the road of life? In the words of numerous twists and turns blue, melodic love song yoyo, loss of echoes in my mind from time to time. Wandering. Haunted. The past, even in Lihue, charming dreams campaign under the Moon and flowers, mountain whisper of lingering memories of experience than at this moment, a look of frustration, resentment at the end of the Qing dynasty issued a sigh of thread with mixed feelings. Like the Moon, from the prehistoric era to go, never stop, limit what? Tonight, not alone, is the chorus, within a few months, the wind ship. Dust is not bright, than last month's Crystal lamps, the sound than is the Moon of purity in the Tang dynasty reflecting the world? The streets may be too hasty, lack of time stopped, trimming about busy, and look at the pale back. On plain paper, line-by-line, obsessed with the Millennium; Kim, sleep, and then one after a dream forever. Long time to write the Acacia tree, landscape decoration in each poem missed in life. Beautiful encounter, as the magic of dreams, are obsessed with each other, and sleep for roses tell love words, night, until finally. A year of time, songs of the past such as the moment is filled with smoke, March originally wanted to escape, and intends to enjoy the Moonlight hits about Holiness May be alone. With the passage of time, some eternal and monotonous fragments will slowly begin to overlap or stick together, it's hard to tell, but gradually and the final series and sometimes joy sometimes sorrow the extraordinary era of the final phase of the first title, despite the sometimes blurred, choppy, and countless memories with time that has not yet been adopted. Enriches the color of life, rich emotion in my heart, rich in ideas and aspirations. Only to find the world so well, so the Moonlight, only to find life is in a hurry, come and go too quickly. Ignore the roadside scenery, ignored too much, it has lost the most precious feelings found chaotic sensory irritation of the eyes and ears, utilitarian mind, obscured, and had lost feeling, the simple joy of capacity. In the Symphony of life, some indescribable melody and occasionally evoke memories of the past. At first, only scattered pieces of some vague, sank floating in the Flash head. Then, some new melodies played new track's memory, and keep alternating iteration breaks. Crashing the night the dark side, devout, caught the water with your hands, Ebenezer caught. Ancient eternal Moon spread on the ground, continue to return, because like refreshing cool water. Allows most parts of the true light stay in the sky the brightest details, impetuous heart tired, still lingers in the air of the brightest season. Waving goes into the ideal luggage say goodbye your mouth thing, in the hope that this has continued down, do not write, can't write ... ... But eventually turn the dust away, lost in the memory. Past memories, as the smoke dissipated in the past, and not to sorrow, depth, and does not figure to follow in memory does not attach to expand like a balloon, when the level is reached, break the touch. This small memory of fly debris cockiest, slowly in the wind in the country. Scattered hairs, and flew away. Lost in the expanse of the sky. Only look forward to the day, reviewed again, Shi, only know dusty memories, life is no longer about who do not want to, whom no longer gaunt and this, reincarnation has been the will of fate has destined to be waiting still exists......
Shadowy world, willing to leave alone, do not confusewho is also attached to the love you never happened. Isn't it? Forgottenromantic season swirl people in those years. Cycling in those years under thebreeze stroking her hair, in the most beautiful place and time when you bedying to leave. In those years, looking for cross, bird previously disturbed bythe signs must be gone, fading away. Gradually over time in a dream becamereality in the phantom. Is the will cannot be reminded, once again, has finallyrealized that when all are impossible. Blank leaving only remnants are still inthe shadows, memories off the line, dreams are also severing. Smile andcareless. In the laughter heard only a little bit of separation, and envy.Smiling enough, chose to give up quietly. Already have the number has declined,quietly picked up the lost copy of interest cannot be forgotten again,hesitated a long time ago, at the end of a lingering, would rather alone insilence. Sitting in the waiting room in the swing. Look at these students gofrom here buses buses throughout the country. Look at that for a long time tobe implemented, in order to meet future expectations. Then unease, indecision,and energy in the past year, because if this moment is worth it. Had seen ashort distance, the old marginal's poetry, is dark, how deep the road withshallow tear in the thin paper merchant, printing and melted the Acacia, againprompting memories, broadcast radio and again in winter in the expecteddirection is contained in one city after another dream dreams drive one.Departure station or stations will never give up that tension going home afterthis time. Towards the ticket barrier, turn and wave is the ideal. Take care ofyourself. Life, and sometimes the strangest, desire, belief, fate of care havebeen hard to understand once again, including emotions. Over the years, withgood painful transition and coexistence. In the magnificent River of life,childhood innocence, aromatic flowers, passion of youth, Pentium Grandambition, or small bridges and quiet life, temperature, taste of happiness.Also has experience further research in suffering in the of, dream dashed, andlow or declined Dang Republika stumbles stumbles in life in the, and fate nooriginal play no causes, emotional fluctuations indecision of is love on aunits of treasures, exists is and love about, and sad love go to about, eternalof value is and to no more large of associated, eternal of value is because sadloaded while also with many love of thought, these thought is as a proud ofposition of large men life of flag; how many times belonging to can station up,Anxiously searching for the light in the dark. In the years to come thevicissitudes of life, long song short poems counterfeiting strings of fruitspirits. Desolate, crystal clear, bitter sweet, withered lush. Waving to saygoodbye before yesterday called on the former. Back to campus once again,seemed to calm quietly walk yesterday, there is now quiet sighs of yesterday onthe road today. Say goodbye, and then people who have never seen slowlydisappear into the vastness of the sea. Look at graduation photos, are familiarto those who aren't familiar with the flowers smile, people gradually become blurred.Sad messages transmitted back and forth, the city's sky blue, transparent. Yesfrom aircraft flying low in schools, has been deafening. In the past, couldonly lay on the playground, interesting narrow, take a look at the hiddentraces of the clouds and long-haul aircraft. And dreams, imagine tomorrow flyto distant horizon. These ideas while there is a lot of love caused a heavyblow; most of these ideas have failed; the idea, while discrediting theultimate seclusion after the pastoral, like rice and crops, a simple life, butthe failure of a series of combat and the recognition of the world! Art life ismore beautiful. Last supper party, did not drink, ordered the food table,several men, as long as a few bottles of juice. Get on the swings, recalledafter ten years to the very interesting life, imagine the future. Suddenlyfound his eyes wet with tears. Until evening, received amazing message repliesonly a meets has to forever, ear of whisper moments haunted Yu mentality, liftup star, Star quietly to no language, Moon hesitant new pan Halo, to hastransparent of tender area light dance fly, broad of night summer, Miss, deep,end emotional, in night in, in corner in, tears, sprinkled summer long forsomeone love of tears drops fuzzy has room, drunk has love of pilgrimage who.City buses began slowly. Slowly from the town. In this city, in the blue sky,clouds float a few vagaries. Curved canal boats back and forth an endlessstream of word-formation elements. To put it mildly, on the bridge, occasionallypeople walk more slowly, gradually became less, and gradually fade away farside of junction of heaven and Earth. In this way, meet again, think about whatthe most complex forms of life to them, day after day, that forever will cometomorrow. Just from this small town, dispersed and sighs.
Thinking just because of the bone marrow that does not gel, sleeve, dreaming of the breeze, mild tear, inadvertently gain tolerance, and move. Does not asked what a night Zhejiang, of hair long has people of thought, and people of nerd read annihilation has of eye in the, quiet dream falls home of spent Zhejiang, of Red Dust tour Yu Dugong no who home courtyard deep of pond, half displacement Yes way zhihou, those moments of gorgeous Fong has people eternal of moments who of life stop more than people of heart, effect in fans of pen wrote heart generation. Slide the moving Andante desires in the heart of a painting, mosaic passing landscape corridors of the Bank and life. Strong color or light, or whether it will stare. To find. Look very carefully. Slot mesh. Oblique purposes. Vertical. Contains a different loyalty and tears. Is undoubtedly beautiful and kind heart, stylish; features are undoubtedly beautiful, Crystal Palace, Guangxi sent perfume. Lonely in addition, rabbit, and human communication? Something beautiful why you are so bleak-and even cruel? This is the law of human rights? People do enjoy reflecting on the beauty of human cruelty? The passage of time the wind, blown long hair such as flight memory, describes the flag of the wind dance sound in the mind, gently blows open heart window closed for a long time, the usually steady snow months Yinchuan, a handful of lotion, wash away the rust and dust of life, referring to the clear spring of life in the river and clean. In fact, could not alone, bright gorgeous milky way, add a great history of human rights, accustomed to see how much military hardware and melancholy, depression, how many edges of struggle, how much joy and seeing the ups and downs of honor and disgrace of sadness, is thick history of 24 flying like smoke, as the Moon in the water, like drifting, wandering since time immemorial so far. Millennium yacht, memories disappear under the eyes, ear blooms suddenly around the melody of life, stirred up some obscure longing. Gently open the curtains and rain, spray pious spent many people's memories as rain-fed flowers, warm deep dreams, it's the same mentality at the moment, and then leisurely floating flowers and spring people smoked and drunk and unwilling to wake up. What does? Uneven bars, blowing water people! Breaking xenon, stark, stream flow, small bridge hastily recalled. Pillow one night, think, Acacia Lake, Emerald orchid. Spring did not go, acacia tree has withered, life of continuous, you're welcome love! In my dreams, there is still no trace, like a painting, find fragrant bamboo cloak, the fog and the water sank and twilight melancholy thirsty gradually clothing series. After you click Open the layer upon layer waves, Gull calls to return to the multinational Union there, in the heart of the night? Sad tears fell, her eyes wet! Hope may swallow the light, soft words like oriole; rise up in last night's dream! Night sleep, Acacia is an extension of sobering up in the spring, and coagulation are love, moon, have you? Can I miss? West window blowing rain, for whom?! Beautiful, difficult and pink Lotus! Piano wire sound up, write! Yin Fu, as a whisper, Ruth wet shift, end the invasion of cold and dreary! With who? Everywhere after! Standing time mountain stretch of shore, when seen from the corner of the eye, and rivers, thought stills. Only their own heart language, gurgling sound of running water and the beauty of music, accompanying spent countless sleepless nights. But on this windy night out in the rain, wants to use the article boiled a pot of pure Mo Xiang, sitting on edges of the screen lit life singing voice. Here, the flying green dusts lingering fragrance up! Month is light like water, a charming! Hold the quilt reminds sighs heart lush Sheng League! Open career, lone sausage imperious and later worried about volume, screen ghost! Plum blossom, like the Sanmina, tube full of green when, re-enter the fragrant shower! Silent, dark think, dream, be drunk!
Moon is so sad, by whose sad, light Acacia, who is light blue in the rivers and lakes and damaging the melodious flute? And wind drift and thought do not know where to run aground, never throughout the fall, and no longer indifferent to prose is quietly, but commitments have gone. In this way, is outside the scope of the philosophy of religion. Can be compared to say scientific pioneers of scientific thinking in the direction of the first natural philosophers of the school strengthened. Receiving the loneliest, would he? All along the way, become the guardians of life, Earth and heaven, even with the old. For a long time, still no regrets, only wanted to include life, this page, the last page in the chapter, will ever miss. Fragments of natural philosophers from the exposure and retention of these essays. Know a small part of the work, based on more than 1000 years later. Recruitment of philosophers, so it is not only in different conclusions to consider how these conclusions. However, based on known information, to determine whether these early Greece the philosophers, issues relating to the basic material and change the species composition of the universe of issues. Year long, love is also weak, once the number of storms road, please refer to the vicissitudes of the world, and do not know who failed sing, write and continue thinking, does not know what to start, do not know when to end, is most of the end of memories, and is years end? Perhaps everything is final. The experience of those years, a lot of things, no mark will be understood, many dreams inhospitable to understand. Smoke and dust, step by step the Lotus, in all its ups and downs, in the shallow deep red. Light wind light cloud, gradually expanding picture of life, as a feather butterflies, metamorphosis, funny, harvest is a thick report of life. Never before have now what? To westerly departure? Cold smoke Bank bars, clearing away the dust, misty clouds, and boat! Returns whether or not? Green statue double drink! The next bead curtain, drain window, reflects the eye! Gradually, the outermost Moon! Yellow floatation flocculation, without wind, sentences, nothing! At night, the cold. Bamboo and willow, a levee on one side of the eye, changing tree, zero countless! Long cotton cutter, pessimistic cut thousands of rays! So, smile, let your heart be filled with sunshine. Always believe the pursuit of better cultivation of gladioli and indifferent is happiness. Flowering Xian Hong, enjoy the way their infection attacks, listening to the sound, a sudden insight, not a different kind of growth? In this connection, rather than to an earth-shattering, but walk to the store and another fellow's tastes, the real self! Desperate time, time, plant world, love your love; do not require all of the time, at this juncture, always all around to explain why. Lady blues and a blank order form, thousands of Ray, crying, thin Willow to the changing times, transverse oblique shadow space, dance does not have spring break, at first sight, through the night, drift Haunches road, countless tears, spring ten miles, Green River sand! Water wave, full of Castle Peak, Shino wall to see the dark, pipe playing? Indus leaves falls, grass is gradually died, Acacia, Red Dust rolling, and bustling of Prime Minister, days rain summer of shore, unlimited tenderness winding you of body, continued of love worried Yes Yu has dissolved to pillow edge of dream, comfort, whisper first love of poems, phonology learn drifting, and as sonorous of emotional, and quiet of sound, in dream in the open of heart knot of sob with has, Ah, ancient carving generation and generation of warm to now, heart faint dull ache, but life, in this time, and romantic of night, love of Bank hopes came to, Accompanied by thick mud in the water drunk vows eternal landscape. Appreciate the persistent little strokes fell Great Oaks, volumes and so comfortable and quiet, sad times and always said to myself: Hey, strong! Down and quietly said to him: no big deal. Yes, life is a lot, and who cannot walk through the vicissitudes of life, direct access to mature? At both ends of the boundless, unsung deep, holding constant tenderness and nostalgia the ball on the ground and heaven are old – for a long time, a long, thoughtful mind permanently around his forehead. Always believe that simple things, simple man, wandering leisurely in the shadows, accustomed to quiet all the joys and sorrows of the collection in the time stream. Perhaps, human sadness, feelings of looking back on the past, you can here, and disappear.
贝尔廷的学术理论介绍贝尔廷有两本书专门谈论当代艺术问题，一本是《艺术史的终结？》（1987）（此书大部分被译出。请见常宁生编译的文集《艺术史的终结？》人民大学出版社 2004），另一本是《现代主义之后的艺术史》（Art History after Modernism）贝尔廷这两书所做的工作，主要是从艺术史学的角度去证明：艺术自身呈现了终结迹象，同时“也是艺术的学术研究的终结”。乍一看，令人难以相信，艺术居然会 终结，连带它的学术研究都一起终结了！这显然与事实不符。其实连贝尔廷自己也接着这句话往下说道：“今天艺术仍在大量生产，丝毫没有减少，艺术史学科也生 存了下来，尽管与以往相比活力减少，自我怀疑增多。”在承认了这个事实的情况下，他话锋一转，清楚地指给我们这样一个事实：所谓的“终结”说，指的是“那 个长期以不同的方式服务于艺术家和艺术史家的观念，即一种具有普遍意义的统一的‘艺术史’观念。”这就是说，终结的不是艺术本身，而是一种艺术的观念。看出这一点非常重要，如果我们不能首先从思想上真正认识一向认可的艺术观念终结了，我们放不下这种已 过时的东西，我们就无法看到并接受当代艺术是一个新的事物。而贝尔廷这两本书所做的工作，主要是向我们有理有据地阐明了“终结”的事实。虽然他的主要力量 在说明艺术已经“不再是什么”，而不是为它现在“是什么”建构理论体系，然而，这个工作是同样重要的，贝尔廷把它做得非常出色。作为一个艺术史学者，贝尔廷的下手处是通过艺术史的发展变迁—不是艺术实践的变迁—来说明一种艺术观念的终结。这里我把它们归纳为1，艺术史的模式问题，2，风格自律的问题，3，现代主义权威的问题，4，在全球化中艺术应处的位置，这样几个方面来说明。克拉里指出，在19世纪上半叶的欧洲，建立在暗箱成像技术之上的有关人类视知觉的古典模式，开始被一种新的生理模式所代替。在其中，主客体之间一种稳定空间的二元论经验主义再现模式，转化为主客体之间一种不稳定时间的分镜头剧本模式。在这种模式中，主客体之间进行着不间断的生理与心理互动。
最早创作出完全抽象的画的画家之一康定斯基，在其出版于1912年的著作《论艺术的精神》（Uber das Geistige in der Kunst）里，不断地谈到内在必然性，并将它视为选择形式要素的唯一决定性标准，正如内在自由，他告诉我们，乃是伦理学的唯一标准一样。他并没有说再现已经穷尽了，而是说，物质世界是虚幻的，外在于精神的；他的艺术则是对现代社会的“唯物主义”的反叛。所谓 唯物主义，他将科学和社会主义运动都包括在内。“当宗教、科学和道德（经过尼采的最后一击）已经分崩离析，当外部基础即将倾圪，人类的目光就离开了外部，转向他的内心。”在他那个时代，正如他自己的兴趣以及有类似动机的人们的兴趣一样，他也尊重神秘主义、通神学、对原始的东西以及种种“通感”实验的狂热崇 拜。有色彩的听力（通感的一种）对他来说是非常重要，因为感知在那时已经模糊并集中在感知者当中，而不是等同于一个外部来源。他更有美学价值的评论通常是 出于这种态度写出的。“草地上的绿色、黄色和红色的树，只是……树的一种偶然的物质化形式，当我们听到树这个词的时候，我们就会在内心感受到这些形式。” 在描述他最早的抽象画时，他说：“整个描述过程主要是对画作的分析，这幅画是我在一种强烈的内在紧张的状态中相当下意识地画出来的。我感到某些形式的必然 性是如此强烈，以至于我记得当时我大声地自言自语，给自己下命令，例如‘这个角落必须画得重些’。观众必须学会将这幅画看作是对一个心境的图画再现，而不 是对外部对象的再现。”史前时代至21世纪关注社会问题的病态艺术终结后的美术走向。艺术是否需要认定为天才的专利?限制还是取消实体美术?首先要认识到这个问题的严重性。历史英雄排名次，艺术家名次，也不完全靠本事，还包含社会背景诸因素。文艺作品更复杂，不可能去排名次，“五百年我老大”这种说法，是违背艺术规律的。正常明智的人是不会随便把什么“大师”或“国学大师”的可怕帽子朝自己头上戴的。当个人私利、名利膨胀的时候，就可能会犯这样可笑复可悲的错误。
现象学（Phenomenology）是二十世纪最重要的哲学流派之一，由德国哲学家胡塞尔奠基于1900年，胡塞尔深受波查諾（B.Bolzano, 1781-1848）之「真理自身」——即超越時空與個人之絕對、又普遍的客觀存在者——的理念的影響，而提出對意識本質的研究，或描述先驗的、絕對的認識之根本與法則；他稱之為「现象学」。胡塞爾思想發展的第一個重要轉折點的標誌是《邏輯研究》（Logical Investigations）。这本书是近当代哲学最重要的著作之一，为哲学的发展在本体论和认识论之间开拓了新的道路。在它的感召下，大批思想家汇集到“回到事物本身”（Zurück zu den Sachen selbst）的大旗下，其中包括莫里茨·盖格（Moritz Geiger）、亚力山大·普凡德尔（Alexander Pfaender）、马克斯·舍勒（Max Scheler）、奥斯卡·贝克（Oscar Becker）、特奥多尔·康拉德（Theodor Conrad）等人。此外还有大批哲学家，虽然并非严格意义上的现象学家，他们的思想也受到了现象学的很大影响，其中就包括萨特、海德格尔、梅洛-庞蒂、伽达默尔等等重要哲學家。在一定意义上可以说，现象学通过他们的演绎发展，仍然活跃于当代的思想界，成为当代哲学的一个有机的组成部分。现象学强调对直接直观和经验感知的区分，认为哲学（或至少是现象学）的主要任务是厘清二者之间的关联，并且在直观中获得对本质的认识。如胡塞尔在《哲学与现象学研究年鉴》创刊号的前言中所称：将各个编者联合在一起并且甚至在所有未来的合作者那里都应当成为前设的东西，不应是一个学院系统，而毋宁说是一个共同的信念：只有通过向直观的原本源泉以及在此源泉中汲取的本质洞察的回复，哲学的伟大传统才能根据概念和问题而得到运用，只有通过这一途径，概念才能得到直观的澄清，问题才能在直观的基础上得到新的提出，尔后也才能得到原则上的解决。从这一意义上来说，现象学首先是一种方法，即从直接直观和先验本质中提取知识的途径。海德格尔在1925年的“现象学基本问题”讲座中便指出了这个意义上的“现象学”并确信，“现象学发现的伟大之处并不在于那些实际获得的、可估价和可批判的结果，而是在于它就是对哲学中的研究可能性的发现。” 在方法之外，现象学在研究对象上找到了连接心理学和逻辑学的中间地带，为“纯粹逻辑学”找到了根基。另一方面，在研究途径上，现象学找到了实证主义和形而上学之间的一条道路，被胡塞尔本人称为“先验的经验主义。最基本形式的现象学尝试为通常认为主观性观点的客观性研究创造条件约束：关注（consciousness）和关注体验的概念，比如判断，理解和情感。尽管现象学寻求成为科学的，它没有尝试从临床心理学或者神经学角度来研究关注。相反，它寻求通过系统直觉去决定关注和关注体验的基础属性和结构。胡塞尔在他师从的哲学家、心理学家，弗朗茲·布倫塔諾（Franz Brentano）和卡爾·斯圖姆夫（Carl Stumpf），的讲座和著作中催生了现象学说的很多重要的概念。一个胡塞尔從布倫塔諾借鉴的现象学的重要元素就是意向性（intentionality ，通常也被称作aboutness），指出关注总是某些特定关注（consciousness of something）。关注对象自己被称作意向对象，并且常常以不同方式用来代替关注，比如理解、记忆、关联和延伸，直观，等。通过这些不同的意向性，虽然都具有不同结构和不同的方式存在于对此物的意向中，一个对象仍然成为同一个相同个体；针对相同意向对象的意向性在直觉中，就是立即生成的此对象物的附属性和最后对它的记忆。虽然很多现象学方法引入了几种简化，现象学基本上还是反对简化（anti-reductionistic）；简化仅仅是更好理解和描述意向性机理的工具，不是为减少任何表现为陈述。换句话说，当一个引用被指向一个事物的技术或者概念，或者当一个人描述一个相同的有组织体(identical coherent thing)的组织(constitution)，通过描述一个人“真实”所见到的，只有这些不同侧面和角度，表面东西，这无法得出事情是唯一并排他的符合这些描述：简化最终目的是去理解这些不同的角度构成人通过经历实际体验到的事物。现象学是胡塞尔时期的心理学和物理学所直接产生的(direct reaction)。虽然早先被黑格爾（Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel）使用过，但是胡塞尔对这个术语的采用促使它成为哲学课程的命题。从哲学角度上，现象学是它的方法，虽然这个词汇具体含义由于先前哲学家采纳后不停变化。胡塞尔设计，现象学是一种哲学探究方法，它抛弃理性一边的选择倾向。这个理性倾向自从柏拉图(Plato)用知觉关注来介绍个体的生活经历（lived experience）概念时起，就一直是西方思想的主体。胡塞尔的方法要求不下判断、依赖知觉掌握知识，不作预设和理性思考，这隐隐来源于认识论的一个机制(epistemological device)，带有怀疑主义的根基，叫epoché。有时候被称作「体验科学」（science of experience）的现象学方法根植于意向性，这个胡塞尔的意向性理论（由布倫塔諾发端而来）。意向性代表另一种替代表达理论（representational theory），其含义是实在不能被直接掌握，因为它是只有通过理解现实、将其在头脑中表达而得到。胡塞尔不同看法是关注不在意念中而是关注非自己而外的事物（意向对象），不管此事物是物质实体或者想象中的思维片段（例如，思维段所附加或者实际的过程）。因此现象学方法存在于对现象的表述，也就是立即出现的意识关注。
文艺的政治功利性与大众化形式，把美抛弃了。文化运动到从上世纪至今，作为文化之争的新旧对立基本结束，在民族传统和欧式语言基础上形成的中国现代艺术，包括引进的西方写主义，都已形成关于政治方向的论争，即把文艺的时代性、社会性、阶级性与大众化形式作为艺术的方向性选择，而不是以美觉，构成现代艺术最重要的焦点和话题。当代艺术的市场性，更与中国的价值标准有关，因为中国当代艺术是随着中国的开放而开始的。但它的收藏和买卖也是由西方人首先开始的， 自七十年代末中国当代艺术如“星星美展”之后，在北京的老外中就已经形成了一个收藏圈子，这个圈子至今有增无减。但真正对中国当代艺术的公共收藏--即重 要博物馆、艺术专业机构和可以成为一个艺术家的重要履历，如路德维希博物馆、荷兰STEDELIJK博物馆(这两个都是世界上最著名的现代艺术博物馆之一)、澳州 NEW SOUTH WALES美术馆、日本福冈美术馆、广岛现代艺术博物馆、东京现代艺术博物馆。而这些收藏有多少艺美术为标准，还是带有强烈的功利性，这是见仁见智的。